His forehead is lined in concern, pinging my gut and I watch his expression grow more serious. "It was not a dream, Love," he whispers, glancing down at my waist.

I let out a cry and sit up, throwing the covers off of me.

There's no blood, it's gone... there's not even a trace.

"Oh, Dominic, did I?" I can barely say the words. "Did I lose the baby?"

"Our baby is fine." His smile widens and my breath hitches, the smell of sweet rosemary swirls between us as he ...